[No blood flow, and no blood in him in general. It's been three days without food, three days with an empty body, and Anderson should have had the forethought to give him a drink before the bath, but it completely slipped his mind. He's probably not going to be able to keep his head up for more than a few minutes.
With that in mind, he's in a hurry when he undresses, hastily pulling off the cassock coat and everything underneath, piling them atop the sink counter. There's a small, silver knife in his boot that he draws out before approaching the bath.]
Right, and I imagine you spent a fair few hours bleeding out before being found. All things considered, it's no surprise you aren't entirely functional right now.
[He descends into the water after Alucard and folds his legs, slipping them under Alucard's thighs. The bath is, predictably, so hot that it has steam billowing off of it in great clouds- just how Anderson likes it.]
Feeding you three times in a single month. I must be getting soft. In the head and otherwise.
[Clucking his tongue, he slips the blade smoothly into his arm, as easily as one would dig a knife into butter, and only stops when he reaches the basilic vein. It's not exactly the most pleasant sensation, cutting oneself, but his face only twitches minutely as he works. When he draws the knife out, it's fast, abrupt, and he's quick to drag Alucard's mouth open with fingers around his chin and send the rapidly dwindling stream splashing over his tongue.]
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With that in mind, he's in a hurry when he undresses, hastily pulling off the cassock coat and everything underneath, piling them atop the sink counter. There's a small, silver knife in his boot that he draws out before approaching the bath.]
Right, and I imagine you spent a fair few hours bleeding out before being found. All things considered, it's no surprise you aren't entirely functional right now.
[He descends into the water after Alucard and folds his legs, slipping them under Alucard's thighs. The bath is, predictably, so hot that it has steam billowing off of it in great clouds- just how Anderson likes it.]
Feeding you three times in a single month. I must be getting soft. In the head and otherwise.
[Clucking his tongue, he slips the blade smoothly into his arm, as easily as one would dig a knife into butter, and only stops when he reaches the basilic vein. It's not exactly the most pleasant sensation, cutting oneself, but his face only twitches minutely as he works. When he draws the knife out, it's fast, abrupt, and he's quick to drag Alucard's mouth open with fingers around his chin and send the rapidly dwindling stream splashing over his tongue.]